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Took Back

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Re-post from Art For Ever Facebook page

Re-post from Art For Ever Facebook page

I took back the night
First, by comfort and warmth
Wrapping tightly in fat blankets
That sorrow could not reach

I took back the night
Warm cocoa in big mugs to sooth
A dark wretchedness in my soul
Warm tears in dark hours – spent

I took back the night
Opening wide window sashes
So moonlight, fireflies and little moths
Might dance in my mourner’s room

I took back the night
With hard letters burned in fires
To dead loves gone
But for their shadows in my head

I took back the night
Hope, a thought, a light brick
Layered in a house of joy, half finished
A frame waiting for laughter

Inspired by Michael Robbin’s poem, “Be Myself” in the April 2013 edition of POETRY

Cling

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Out of Stone: Photo by Noelle

Out of Stone: Photo by Noelle

Out of earth, sand and stone
Deep roots cling
Against winter’s
Bone
Harsh be the wind
Stripping at bark
Leaving your limbs
To groan
Dig deep is your nature or surely be
Torn free of the darkest
loam
Give all in the sun or wither
To bare in crevices tight and
Alone
Your beauty grows yet only the jay
Knows of how you’ve been bent and
Honed

Positive and Negative: Photo Poem 33

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Kneeling tree at Roxborough State Park: Photo by Noelle

Kneeling tree at Roxborough State Park: Photo by Noelle


Kneeling tree at Roxborough State Park: Photo negative taken by Noelle

Kneeling tree at Roxborough State Park: Photo negative taken by Noelle

Whether positive or negative both images have their own beauty. Such is true of us, as well. If we let go of the concepts of good and bad, and embrace whether the moment we are in has something to offer us, in terms of growth, we would know true freedom. Look closely. Inside your darkest moments, worst behaviors, and sickening fears is a treasure of such beauty it could change your life forever.

Expansion

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Re-post from Hippie Peace Freaks Facebook page

Re-post from Hippie Peace Freaks Facebook page

Large and wide as the Indian Ocean. Breaching this now moment with the grandness of orchids wild along the road to Bangkok from Phuket. Growing in vision that trips over the expected and launches the blind traveler on paths forgotten, but laden with the smell of spice lands and dark forest loam. Fuller still with promises of sparkly bangles and tea cakes and rich dark coffee. Exploding on the senses with a lover’s kiss and the freshness of new snow. A wilderness of the heart that leaps from a backyard to the Russian Steps flowing in winter wheat and endless horizons. Unstable with its possibilities of more and more and more. Chemical interactions that leave you spinning in a world of spiritual alchemy. Expansion. The hunger of the human spirit and the seed that births Universes.